Monday, April 27, 2015

Italy: Florence

Got into Florence last night. Had a hard time finding the hotel. People on the streets were rude and just walked right into you without care or concern. The hotel ended up being decent enough but the beds might be tables; they're so hard. The staff here was rude (vacuuming loudly while trying to check in rather than turning it off for a minute). Went to dinner where our waiter was disinterested, slow, careless. The food was ok. Heard the sounds of dripping water from our neighbor's hotel room for hours. The TV is small and hard to figure out with two remotes and a sensor for one of the remotes hanging free off the tv.

Not to be crabby but so far I hate Florence and want to go anywhere else.

I'm going to get some breakfast and pray that it's just because we're close to the train station. I'm equating this to being dropped off in West Oakland rather than Lafayette (if that means anything to the Californians reading this). Inner City vs Leafy Beautiful Suburbia.

We're switching hotels today to a totally different area. Wish us luck.

To put a positive spin on this leg of the trip so far: Our hotel was only a block and a half from the train station on a quiet street. A nearby hotelier from "Hotel Club Hotel" gave us a free map and directions to it. The restaurant around the corner was clean and the Ravioli Tuscani was delicious. I slept hard and long and am about to go eat free breakfast.

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